<p dir=ltr>A patient died today. If i remember right, they came
in with asystole to the shock rooms.
We spent a lot of time resuscitating and as time went on, it felt less and less likely that the patient would come back. I could tell that the interns and new nurses felt pretty sad, while the ones who had been around carried on normally after death was announced. I felt pretty sad because I thought about the people I loved and how I would feel if something like that happened to them.
I definitely don't want family members present in case I needed to be resuscitated. I was disturbed enough seeing a stranger not make it despite all the chest compressions, epinephrine, and bicarb.
I sort of wish we could have a religious figure come in, like a chaplain, whenever someone passed away so they could be there to say some profound, comforting words.
Some people pass away pretty early. Which is why we should live the fullest lives possible.
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